Unbreakable Faith

a mystery novel by Ann Lynes

A young woman, thinking her life is about to turn around for the better discovers secrets and meets other surprises head on.
It's a battle of wits, and an effort to overcome many new mysteries.
An excellent new novel from our best mystery writer!

Chapter One

"I killed my sister," I told Doctor Schmitz as he sat down on my burnt-colored love seat. I stared at him from my kitchen chair.
"You don't have a sister," he commented, leaning back, setting his spiral pad on his lap.
I turned back to my computer, printing...

Chapter Two

"How are you making out with our child pornography suspect? Has she given you any substantial evidence?" A voice that I recognized as Agent Morrison asked when I picked up the phone.
It was two in the morning according to my nightstand alarm clock. My window was ajar, blowing in cold air.

Chapter Three

I had just put my breakfast plate, mug, and silverware in the sink, and was filling the dish bucket with water when a knock came upon the door. The dishes had been sitting on the table for hours while I waxed the floor, vacuumed, and caught up on the housework I couldn't get to during the work week.

Chapter Four

Sitting in the dimly lit living room of my rented house, I leaned forward, watching my son Tim string freshly popped popcorn from a nearby stainless steel bowl. Tim seemed to be eating more popcorn than he was stringing. I smiled. It was nice to spend time with him instead of passing him around from Amber's parents to mine...

Chapter Five

The lettering said, "Curzon Vincent, Attorney at Law". I pushed the glass door open and was met with the cold stare of a young dishwater blond-haired man with gold-rimmed glasses. With a phone in one hand, he swept me from head to toe, motioning me toward his round reception area. "May I get you something to drink...

Chapter Six

My jaw dropped. It wasn't until two nights later that Cassandra decided to mention her added expense of putting Quentin up in a hotel. "Have you lost your mind?," I wondered aloud. I had heard about Quentin--the most attentive and generous lover. It was like living up to an image she had of a fantasy man...until now.

Chapter Seven

God, J.D.'s house was large and indeed had plenty of room. Seven bedrooms, to be exact. Which made me wonder what type of people had built it, and who had lived there. I found a bedroom across from Tim's that suited my needs--a bed, a television, and a workstation. J.D. agreed to let me use his computer.

Chapter Eight

I watched as Cassandra came out of the old man's room. Her face--ashen. "What's wrong?," I asked to no avail. I tried to touch her hand, only to be pushed away. Any anger I felt toward her had disappeared. All that concerned me now was what was bothering her.
Suddenly she walked over to the window and stared out

Chapter Nine

I opened the cabin door and stepped aside as several men in pressed, white uniforms wheeled several carts filled with covered plates into the room. I tipped the men, shutting the door behind them. The FBI agents had already starting shoveling food into their mouths. After all, even FBI agents had to eat.
I knew J.D. was trying

Chapter Ten

I traced the substance on the mirror with my gloved finger and scrutinized the crimson on my finger. I suspected it was blood. The texture, color and smell confirmed my theory. But whose blood? Probably one of his former visitors. ____, perhaps.
I noticed that Cassandra was visibly shaking. I was curious how she...

Chapter Eleven

"Can you tell what the gentleman who delivered this letter looked like?" J.D. demanded, his voice steady.
Another letter. Why couldn't this maniac leave me alone? It wasn't fair to J.D. or to me. I still couldn't believe Quentin was involved. He was a loyal friend, even if he had manipulated in his time...
"So many

Chapter Twelve

I couldn't figure out what had changed Cassandra's mind about seeing Allison, but I was thrilled, nevertheless. I tossed and turned all night, trying to figure out why and came to the conclusion that it didn't matter why. I had arranged for a ride from the town's minister to Salt Lake City. The minister was scheduled to...

Chapter Thirteen

I stared out the window at the people who were coming and going from the hotel parking lot, the men who were kissing their wives and kids. Probably going off to work or to the store. Maybe scouting out a new place to live. The dressed-up women who sneaked into their cars, making sure no one was spying on them...